105. New Warm Socks

My girlfriend got some
Bright, woolen socks and
She's prancing around.

104. Light Dusting of Snow

Snow is amazing.
It's soft, cold, silent, noisy.
It swirls and covers.

I'm warming up again - haven't written any of these for a while.

103. Sweet Kiss

I got a sweet kiss
On my neck as I wrote the
Last poem. Ahh, good.

102. Choosing

I'm making the best
Choices I can, but it's like
Catching moths at night.

How's that for a metaphor?

101. Snow and Lounging Day

We are just sitting
Around, writing poems and
Updating MySpace.

Not at the same time, however.

100. Okay, Now for Something Completely Different . . .

Whenever I read
The news, there's always some new
Outrage thanks to Bush.

It's really kinda getting me down.

99. More Politix

Studies show that if
You go quail hunting with a
Dumb ass, you get shot.

A little harsh maybe, but since the victim apologized for putting his face in the way of Cheney's birdshot, I guess this isn't so much of an issue.

98. Double Trouble

Watching the news is
So infuriating now -
Dubya is so dumb.